Clarissa," He Said, "here With The Vampire,

He Found Himself Wanting To Write Poetry About How Her Blue Eyes Were Like Starlight And Her Hair Like Night, Because "night" And "starlight" Rhymed, But He Had A Feeling The Poem Wouldn't Turn Out That Well.

Bright Star,” Magnus Said, And His Eyes Were Thoughtful, As If He Were Remembering Something, Or Someone. “those Of You Who Are Mortal, You Burn So Fiercely. And You Fiercer Than Most, Will. I Will Not Ever Forget You.”.

I Don’t Like Keeping Her In The Dark,” Jace Said. “we’ll Tell Her In A Week. What Difference Does A Week Make?” Jace Gave Him A Look. “two Weeks Ago You Were Dead.” “well, I Wasn’t Suggesting Two Weeks,” Said Sebastian. “that Would Be Insane.

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Love Make Us A Liar. . Jace Wayland/herondale, City Of Ashes